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