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