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