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