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