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