Machines don't need a breather
Machines don't need a breather
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Try someone more experienced
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
You are a treat for my husband
My tongue won't miss a spot
I was thinking to take it raw...
Stretch it for days
Loud morning call
What you don't see is what you get
Who's the real winner here?
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
What am i to do with you, slave?