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