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