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