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