A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Looks like a naughty party
Let me use you for something naughty
This is how we bake ass here
What kind of present is this?
Balanced pain and pleasure
Earn your trust, honey
Three way fun with an accent
Grounding is not enough
We're not waiting any longer, daddy
Happy birthday, now blow me!
Yes sir, give me that dick again
We end the day in lust
Everything will be squared away
Every touch makes her hornier
You gotta do what daddy says, ok?
It's a nice cardio-burner
What other colors you have on?
Synchronized beauty
Where's the smirk now?
Knock the eggs in my basket