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