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