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