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