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