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