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