A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
The wicked don't rest their holes
Let's burn your tasteful bush
You know why we are so loud?
I like it more in my ass
Too dick drunk to think
Make my daddy hate you
You don't knock and just fuck?
Look at her, so responsive
I see your interest in football...
Red is to stop but she won't give a fuck
You're begging to be disrespected
Is the hint rock hard enough?
Keeping it interesting
Don't interrupt me!
My best asked me to take care of you
It needs your cream inside, you feel it?
Hot nerdy slut duties
Welcome home, soldier
Lesson number tits
And none of us will apologize