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