You know how to start a conversation, boy
You know how to start a conversation, boy
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
You had my food, now you have me
Let me guess, you want them
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let the pussy feel neglected
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?