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