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