| On my finger. - Stop! |
| Is there a finger department? |
| Twisting us round your little finger! |
| they cut off my finger! |
| Feels like deja vu, don't know what to do " Point my finger to the sky and finally ask the question why |
| On my finger. - Stop! |
| Is there a finger department? |
| Twisting us round your little finger! |
| they cut off my finger! |
| Feels like deja vu, don't know what to do " Point my finger to the sky and finally ask the question why |
| How about three fingers of bug juice?" |
| I kiss the dear fingers so toiI-worn for me " |
| 'Like someone in there's blowing on my fingers.' |
| ... As I hold Death's fingers." |
| ...seventy-one, which is sixty-nine with two fingers up your ass!" |
| How about three fingers of bug juice?" |
| I kiss the dear fingers so toiI-worn for me " |
| 'Like someone in there's blowing on my fingers.' |
| ... As I hold Death's fingers." |
| ...seventy-one, which is sixty-nine with two fingers up your ass!" |
| The hour of invigorating Phosphatine that brings the rosy-fingered dawn" |
| Malik's an okay guy. But that guy who fingered me, the bastard!" |
| She shines like the rose-fingered moon..." "rising after sundown," "erasing all stars around her." |
| Why, it's nubbin-fingered Jake Roedel. " |
| 'On a nearby roof, a bird took flight 'but not even that could spoil this beautiful moment 'as rosy-fingered dawn cupped Romford in its hands 'and thumbed open the new day's crack.' |
| As she sat there fingering the olive in her crystal clear drink she was wearing a hat in the shape of a Stetson. |
| Delight and fingering? |
| Listen to me fingering my cunt" . |
| 'Even ended up fingering Clara Bremmer day of that stupid assembly. |
| fingering the dyke." |
| The hour of invigorating Phosphatine that brings the rosy-fingered dawn" |
| Malik's an okay guy. But that guy who fingered me, the bastard!" |
| She shines like the rose-fingered moon..." "rising after sundown," "erasing all stars around her." |
| Why, it's nubbin-fingered Jake Roedel. " |
| 'On a nearby roof, a bird took flight 'but not even that could spoil this beautiful moment 'as rosy-fingered dawn cupped Romford in its hands 'and thumbed open the new day's crack.' |
| As she sat there fingering the olive in her crystal clear drink she was wearing a hat in the shape of a Stetson. |
| Delight and fingering? |
| Listen to me fingering my cunt" . |
| 'Even ended up fingering Clara Bremmer day of that stupid assembly. |
| fingering the dyke." |
