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