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