
Come Venus, come Mars, petite mort in arms
Be pleasure, lover, and surrender now
Exhausted, satisfied by woman’s charm
Can’t lift a sword, but Oh! How he could plow!
Red fiery hot his heat made her loins
Then spanking and mounting her from behind

Come Venus, come Mars, petite mort in arms
Be pleasure, lover, and surrender now
Exhausted, satisfied by woman’s charm
Can’t lift a sword, but Oh! How he could plow!
Red fiery hot his heat made her loins
Then spanking and mounting her from behind

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