We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once