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