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