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