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