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