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