We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Showing some gratitude
Let me play with you twice
Every hole must be tested in nature
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
You are heaven when stuffed correctly
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!
She has a transmissible craving
Struggle between watching and tasting
For the sake of the relationship
I want my ass to have an echo