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