The menu of what might happen
The menu of what might happen
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Body warmth is cure for cold
If it's buff stick it in
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Rounded to perfection
I'm housework and you'll do me
In private i'll dance on your pole
Do i catch your eye?
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
The toes are the tip
Prepare me for college, daddy
Give me a better quote