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