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