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