We cross the line and move forward, son
We cross the line and move forward, son
Warm and wet, just like mid summer
Every hole must be tested in nature
She has a transmissible craving
Struggle between watching and tasting
I want my ass to have an echo
You are heaven when stuffed correctly
Handle the devil you summoned, slut!
Showing some gratitude
Let me play with you twice
For the sake of the relationship