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