High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Your holes want it
Special treatment for special privileges
Let me guess, you want them
So you never had real pussy before?
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer