A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
I want drilling more than romance
Patience is dry when the pussy is wet
You said no funny stuff, and yet...
Babysitting doesn't feel this good
Eye treasure and cock pleasure
The pounding before the break
Sluts get discipline too
Not that little down there
Anal is her color
Take me as he never could
Young perky flesh to relax
Look twice and decide once
May i have your holes forever?