Trouble is between my thighs, son
Trouble is between my thighs, son
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
So you never had real pussy before?
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
You can't and will not escape