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