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