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