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