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