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