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