Crash On The Couch
Crash On The Couch
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!
Every hole must be tested in nature
Fifty shades of russian red
Let me play with you twice
Showing some gratitude
She has a transmissible craving
You are heaven when stuffed correctly
For the sake of the relationship
Struggle between watching and tasting
I want my ass to have an echo
Come on, we are hungry here
Manners beforehand
I'll see you inside