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