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