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