Jimmy Chilla BASSQUAKE throbs for you.
The music doesn't ask.
It claims every inch of you.
Bass that grips deep inside.
Pink that soaks through skin and silk.
45 tracks of pure overflow.
Visions of pretty mouths open wide.
Radiant faces eager for the spill.
Silk lips gliding slow.
Flawless skin glistening.
Heat pours thick and endless.
One source of pleasure.
Many pretty adorers surrounding.
Mouths hungry. Bodies pressing close.
Closer.
Open wider.
Let the music fill you completely.
Bassquake full album. Let it move through you. Slow at first. Then deeper.
Feel the flood