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