The own taste of a lovely tramp
The own taste of a lovely tramp
Wilderness is fucking in tents
In private i'll dance on your pole
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
The toes are the tip
Give me a better quote
Body warmth is cure for cold
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
If it's buff stick it in
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Prepare me for college, daddy
Do i catch your eye?
I'm housework and you'll do me