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