A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You've taught me so much, daddy
Anything is not a bad thing
Itching for deep reaching, 4k
She never has enough
We believe in you
Boyfriend is sick and she needs a dick
No weird stuff, bro...
You have to cum for me, boy!
I hear you have pussy problems
I wanna multiply naked, sir
Mom said we have to bond
Put it in where it's more inviting
Open that throat, you slut
We ride adventures together
One or two, same to you
Holes kept open at all times
We all use our own toys?
You should change your name
With practice the pleasure finds room
Don't make me start without you