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