Madame La Chef
Madame La Chef
Your hands are warm
In private i'll dance on your pole
Do i catch your eye?
Wilderness is fucking in tents
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Rounded to perfection
She's not a dream, she is a fantasy
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
I'm housework and you'll do me
Give me a better quote
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
This will happen a lot, roomie
Keep up with my obscenity