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