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