You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
You'Re Not Wrong For It, Daddy
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let the pussy feel neglected
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
You can't and will not escape
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Let me guess, you want them