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