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