Is it a silver taste?
No, it’s copper
There’s thick hairs inside my legs
They do not belong to me
There, two sisters
And three more, or maybe five, young men
They each taste like silver
A crushed cock in a tiny wire cage
Falling deep for Lucifer
Go, follow the empty head
There, two sisters
And three more, or maybe five, young men
They each taste like silver
And cheap mеtal from a can
I told her yes in the parking lot
I told hеr yes once inside
Have you ever seen a cock stuffed inside a tiny wire cage?
It’s a taste of some cheap metal
And shit pulled out from a can