Trouble is between my thighs, son
Trouble is between my thighs, son
I want performance, not excuses
Hit that fucking high pitch note
You can't and will not escape
Your holes want it
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them