A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
She's not made for dialogue
Happy birthday, now blow me!
Looks like a naughty party
This is how we bake ass here
I have to get on top of you
Let me use you for something naughty
Every touch makes her hornier
Perfection in a pair
You have somewhere you have to be?
Everything will be squared away
Where's the smirk now?
We end the day in lust
Balanced pain and pleasure
You gotta do what daddy says, ok?
Leverage on both ends
What other colors you have on?
Three way fun with an accent
The faithful line is way beyond
It's a nice cardio-burner
Yes sir, give me that dick again