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