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