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