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