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