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