A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You need some milking, cowboy?
It's itching beyond control, stepbro
Right there is where you don't stop
You're the nice kind of sick, sis
Officer, i'm guilty
Extremely busy body parts
Scissoring makes tanning even
Uh look, it slides in
This isn't a work project
I have more questions now, daddy
The booty is the treasure
Blow for a wish to come true
We suspect you have an interest, son
Anal gifts are involved
Lucky you, i'm also horny