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