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