We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once