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