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