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