A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Make me feel primitive
Anything for the benefits
A battle to steal the show
You get control and any whole
No repenting for whores
Reach the goal!
By the end you will forget your name
Fuck yeah i'm gonna do it!
Marry the one who keeps your cock hard
This is all i think about, doc
Wet and forcefully bent
The nurse can see you now
Skinny beats thick
The best friends ever
Is the light good for you?
Good to gap but in which hole?
Come on, consult me
I will take it all in
You have your prioritits
From straight to curly in a load of cock