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