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