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