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