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