The Artist
The Artist
It seems my lessons find you horny
They need no rest, they never stop
Alohomora your legs
Moan, groan and cum
Don't keep your hands to yourself
Behind my back without me?
I want you up
Hope goes with everything
You are my meal
Cheers mate, have a slut
If you slip, you'll fall in love
Your present is down there
No reason to be shy
We can work or we can fuck
A break from boys
She knows the drill and loves the thrill
Up to take it elbow deep
We aim to help your daughter
I love helping your guys perform
Delicate as a petal