You are in trouble now, son
You are in trouble now, son
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
You can't and will not escape
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note