She’ll dip you in her bottle of sin,
twirling its potion to spilled erotic,
measure up your lengthy straw,
bend tip to rim
and then,
sip slowly.
She’ll dip you in her bottle of sin,
twirling its potion to spilled erotic,
measure up your lengthy straw,
bend tip to rim
and then,
sip slowly.
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