A glory-ous work of art
A glory-ous work of art
Try it to see if it fits you
You feel it now, you little slut?
Migraine is gone and this is what's left
Getting canned means free to fuck then?
One extra but not to spare
You may enter the back door
Mom is not putting out?
Let us try the reverb with moaning
We stay naked inside only
Trouble in high heels
Demolish me