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