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