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