A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Stretch it for days
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
My tongue won't miss a spot
You are a treat for my husband
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
What you don't see is what you get
Loud morning call
Who's the real winner here?
Try someone more experienced
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
What am i to do with you, slave?
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
I was thinking to take it raw...
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy