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