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