High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them