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