We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
So you never had real pussy before?
Words are lost too
You had my food, now you have me
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Ola, housekeeping!