Quotes from the b♥️tchy idol
Those rosy lips hiding behind the microphone,
For whom did they ever open indulgently?
The azure hemlines of her gauze skirt
For whom did it ever flutter for?
Cute? Innocent? Or alluring?
Girl? Queen? Or succubus?
This joke belongs only to the night
Blow your mind
Deep or shallow, consensual activity
Fast or slow, entangled bodies
Bitter or sweet, only I can decide
Even the glorious memorial archway
Is not as important as this moment
I'm just trying to amuse you
Bewitchingly charming