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