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