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