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