A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Freshly shaved for deep sensations
Forced by circumstances
Whatever your pool needs
Big ass double trouble
Are you over here to play, young man?
Hold that cum in!
Since there's nothing on tv...
Lucky seven times in a row
Where i step, you lick
Circles of thrust
Does your ass feel invaded?
Quench your itch you dirty bitch
Kind of a necessity
Dignity sounds like a foreign word