Crash On The Couch
Crash On The Couch
You feel it now, you little slut?
Getting canned means free to fuck then?
Try it to see if it fits you
Trouble in high heels
Mom is not putting out?
You may enter the back door
We stay naked inside only
Migraine is gone and this is what's left
Demolish me
One extra but not to spare
Let us try the reverb with moaning