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