High fidelity – track 2: you’re just my kind
High fidelity – track 2: you’re just my kind
My crusted ugly masterpiece
Win the game to play with me
Quite the pickle...
Fuck me penche
Fabricating divorce evidence
Her ass is tastier well stuffed
Temperature down and flow up
One milky way with the nature
Looks kinda nice, son
An excellent presentation, boy
Did you dream anything?
Follow me in
This arrangement is not technically cheating
Is this present for me or you, son?
The boyfriend is in the other room
She likes a good seat