A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Earn your trust, honey
What kind of present is this?
Rubbing in the dark
Every touch makes her hornier
Let me use you for something naughty
Make yourself uncomfortable
We end the day in lust
Happy birthday, now blow me!
Knock the eggs in my basket
What other colors you have on?
Grounding is not enough
Looks like a naughty party
It's a nice cardio-burner
Do you want my attention?
Balanced pain and pleasure
I'm ready to eat
When you put it this way...
Synchronized beauty
Waiter, i would like a cock
We're not waiting any longer, daddy