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