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