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