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