We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Dessert under the night sky
You have the right to remain hard
They love chocolate in france
Extra stretching to add drama
Let me play
I see you're in the mood to play
So disappointed in mommy's little slut...
Pray to it, slut
You have not had meditation like this
As suspected, feels like slut
Train your throat
You're not in charge now
The cuck is here, the cock is here...
Filled to capacity