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