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