A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You need some milking, cowboy?
Blow for a wish to come true
Scissoring makes tanning even
The booty is the treasure
This isn't a work project
Extremely busy body parts
You're the nice kind of sick, sis
Anal gifts are involved
Right there is where you don't stop
I have more questions now, daddy
We suspect you have an interest, son
Officer, i'm guilty
It's itching beyond control, stepbro
Uh look, it slides in
Lucky you, i'm also horny