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