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