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