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