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