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