If not a ghost, something will come here
If not a ghost, something will come here
Fifty shades of russian red
You are heaven when stuffed correctly
Every hole must be tested in nature
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
I want my ass to have an echo
Struggle between watching and tasting
For the sake of the relationship
I'll see you inside
Showing some gratitude
Manners beforehand
Come on, we are hungry here
She has a transmissible craving
Let me play with you twice
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!