Crash On The Couch
Crash On The Couch
Let me guess, you want them
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Special treatment for special privileges
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
You can't and will not escape
So you never had real pussy before?
Will you still call me after?
Let the pussy feel neglected
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it