High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
High Fidelity Track 1: Blame My Ex
Inner thighs are a good destination
The only currency she has
I'd rather be your first, stepson
Not much room for imagination
Perverted enough to be fun
Let's get totally unprofessional
When beauty and slutty makes a cocktail
What matters is your education, son
Be useful, peeping tom
Better not waste any cum drops
You're hot, so what's not to like?
If she's pretty, eat her cookie
Let's fog up the windows
Be creative with your holes