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