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