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