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