Brothel / Mess / Edge of Her (Bord'elle)

High time to fornicate,
We are going to fuck at last,
And without hesitation
Give blows to loins.

See how she laughs,
Somewhat boisterous,
From fantasies
To shrewdness.

Then like a fury,
Now in madness,
Here she rides
But never satisfied.

Do we have to share,
Call our friends,
To calm her down a bit,
So that she behaves herself?
No, here she comes,
She wants more and more.
It is so good, I have got her,
And I water her well
To relieve my life
And put out the fire.

She thinks it is over
Her fiery assaults,
She begins to huff
Like a pipe.
This only has the power

To get me going again.
I regain the advantage,
And I get my dick hard
And it would be wiser
For my girlfriends to come.
Friends, girlfriends, come,
Let nothing hold them back.
And let us continue the round
With these overflows of her,

This is how to deny it,
A tribute to Molinier,
We transform the world
Into a huge mess.

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