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