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