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