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