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