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