A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Your present is down there
We aim to help your daughter
Alohomora your legs
The relaxation at home
It seems my lessons find you horny
We can work or we can fuck
No reason to be shy
I love helping your guys perform
Whistle me and i'll blow
You are my meal
Don't keep your hands to yourself
Up to take it elbow deep
Oh, your tongue does speak japanese...
She knows the drill and loves the thrill
I want you up
Moan, groan and cum
Delicate as a petal