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