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