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