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