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