A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Knock the eggs in my basket
Happy birthday, now blow me!
Looks like a naughty party
Waiter, i would like a cock
I'm ready to eat
Make yourself uncomfortable
Balanced pain and pleasure
What other colors you have on?
Earn your trust, honey
What kind of present is this?
Synchronized beauty
Do you want my attention?
When you put it this way...
Every touch makes her hornier
Let me use you for something naughty
It's a nice cardio-burner
Grounding is not enough
Rubbing in the dark
We're not waiting any longer, daddy
We end the day in lust