Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
Well if its going to be that kind of barbeque
Wet for love not for riches
Hunger with lust
Fuck me, i'm burning
Such luck, a fuck butterfly
It will be hard to walk after this
Better wood to stack your jenga
I feel what's up, baby
Do me a favor, will ya?
Your dick says yes, stepbro
Rub me through sweat and moans
Straight up, no fucking about
Everyone is invited