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