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
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Husband couldn't fill that hole