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