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