Turns on: Tell us, that you want to explore our sexual limits. Cause we don't have them.
Turns on: Strong domineering male hands, your brain and your generosity. Your dirty thoughts about me.
Turns on: No questions asked. top class. pros.
Here's your Oscar, the golden belt.
Now at least delete my profile —
So the search is fatally completed.
I'm not pining for you— I'm getting wet.
And not sobs from the chest — moans.
For my love, the tariff is preferential —
I have tons of it inside…
You are my new epicenter of pain.
You are my new elixir of life.
If you remember... write, or what?
If you pass by, whistle…
Don't look for something to put in your feet —
Come to me with an empty container.
You've already paid me a lot —
Although it seems that he took it for nothing
