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