Crash On The Couch
Crash On The Couch
Let me guess, you want them
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Your holes want it
Let the pussy feel neglected