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