A Russian retreat

I had to back out and she lit my junk like a bonfire

He pulled out and she burned his meat like it was a barbecue

She set my nuts on fire as I left, and I couldn’t even complain

He left and she torched his privates like it was a war zone

She burned my privates as I walked out, and I had to sit down

He left the room and she lit his privates like it was a matchstick

I walked out and she set my meat to flames like it was a grill

He left and she burned his meat like it was a roast

She lit his meat on fire as he left, and he screamed like a kid