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