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