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