Hoping for a pretext
Hoping for a pretext
We stay naked inside only
Migraine is gone and this is what's left
Getting canned means free to fuck then?
You may enter the back door
One extra but not to spare
Let us try the reverb with moaning
Mom is not putting out?
Trouble in high heels
You feel it now, you little slut?
Demolish me
Try it to see if it fits you