The Spoiled Thief, Fiona Frost
The Spoiled Thief, Fiona Frost
You may enter the back door
Migraine is gone and this is what's left
Getting canned means free to fuck then?
We stay naked inside only
You feel it now, you little slut?
Trouble in high heels
One extra but not to spare
Let us try the reverb with moaning
Demolish me