Song | Of Octopus and Sodomizing Virgin |
Artist | Black Countess |
Album | The Language Of Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Concrete grey walls | |
Emptiness and lonely candlelight | |
That is the room of your secret passion | |
Behind the door of intimate illusions | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute… | |
You are blindfold | |
Not to see the | |
ONE who gives you these minutes: | |
Octopus-like creature | |
In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute… | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance |
Concrete grey walls | |
Emptiness and lonely candlelight | |
That is the room of your secret passion | |
Behind the door of intimate illusions | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute | |
You are blindfold | |
Not to see the | |
ONE who gives you these minutes: | |
Octopuslike creature | |
In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance |
Concrete grey walls | |
Emptiness and lonely candlelight | |
That is the room of your secret passion | |
Behind the door of intimate illusions | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute | |
You are blindfold | |
Not to see the | |
ONE who gives you these minutes: | |
Octopuslike creature | |
In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance | |
You are virgin and you still value it | |
But the desire gives you no rest | |
And so you come to this room every night | |
Every spare minute | |
You kneel down sucking | |
HIS tentacle | |
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance |