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