A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Moans and giggles
No task is too small even when small
You know the drill, convict
You're always the reason i fall
Take me daddy, help me out
Feels like a five star review
You look italian...
For the environment, sis
Yes, you should!
Despair turned hot
Don't hope that i'm done
Fuck around and find out
The right party
Every hole wants action
I like it that you learn quickly
Sorry old friend, i couldn't resist
I'll fucking take the hole i want