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