I think about you in that way
I think about you in that way
You can't and will not escape
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?