Thrusting through the morning
First the front, then the back
front
Strolling through the neighborhood
From the front
Working through the pain
Through the Briefs
Through the Glass
Running through the trees.
Through the gap
Who wants the front?
Through the bubbles
Through the panties
Stroll through the neighborhood
Going through the emotions
Bottomless through the city
In the front seat
Fucking through the shorts
