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