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