A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
She's not a dream, she is a fantasy
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Give me a better quote
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Keep up with my obscenity
Your hands are warm
Rounded to perfection
Spread your legs to split the pleasure
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Do i catch your eye?
This will happen a lot, roomie
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
In private i'll dance on your pole
I'm housework and you'll do me