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