We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
You had my food, now you have me
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
So you never had real pussy before?
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Ola, housekeeping!
Your holes want it
Words are lost too
Husband couldn't fill that hole