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