A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
My crusted ugly masterpiece
One milky way with the nature
Follow me in
Quite the pickle...
Temperature down and flow up
Looks kinda nice, son
Win the game to play with me
Her ass is tastier well stuffed
I might as well teach you to handle eggs
Fuck me penche
She likes a good seat
Introduced to anal introduction
Is this present for me or you, son?
I'll let you swap the roles