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