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