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