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