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