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