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