A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Your ass feels supernatural
Slept good, woke up full
The moaning sound of pussy rain
She makes ass fucking seem breezy
Split my ass if you can
This doesn't feel traditional, daddy...
She makes order and brings disorder
That smirk will be deleted fast
Something to clean, you dirty slut?
All cocks unite in her mouth
Her free time is for ass stretching
There is no room left for jokes
This is good english, yes?
Yes, make her scream, 4k
If pussy destroying is not love, what is?
Saved the best for last
The type of hot you wanna marry
Come to the light
Full house of sluts
Whatever i'll do you'll take