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