A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Perfection in a pair
Perfect cookie for breakfast
Where's the smirk now?
Don't be scared, use me harder
Three way fun with an accent
Everything will be squared away
Lead the way
You have somewhere you have to be?
You gotta do what daddy says, ok?
How's the pressure like this?
Slip me in your to-do list
She has the luck, she needs the talent
Bark like a horny bitch, stepsis
I'm gonna be your flapper girl
The faithful line is way beyond
Leverage on both ends
I have to get on top of you
Yes sir, give me that dick again
This is how we bake ass here
She's not made for dialogue