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