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