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