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