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