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