We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
Let me play with you twice
I want my ass to have an echo
Come on, we are hungry here
For the sake of the relationship
Struggle between watching and tasting
Every hole must be tested in nature
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!
Fifty shades of russian red
Manners beforehand
I'll see you inside
Showing some gratitude