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