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