The sound of the saw helped drone out the sound of her moans

From the sounds of my bull, you could call me “matador”😈

The sun was setting on the French Riviera, and the air was filled

The sun was setting over the Indian countryside, casting a golden

The night was dark and the air was filled with the sound of crickets

The night was hot and the air was thick with anticipation. The

The sun was setting on a warm summer evening, and the air was

The sun was setting over the beach, casting a golden hue over

The sun was setting and the city was alive with the sound of

The sun was setting, and the city was alive with the sound of

The sun was setting over the Indian countryside, casting a golden

The sun was setting on a beautiful summer day, and the air was