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