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