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