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