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