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