We won't make it to the club
We won't make it to the club
I want my ass to have an echo
Manners beforehand
For the sake of the relationship
Struggle between watching and tasting
Fifty shades of russian red
I'll see you inside
Every hole must be tested in nature
She has a transmissible craving
You are heaven when stuffed correctly
Let me play with you twice
Showing some gratitude
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!
Come on, we are hungry here