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