A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You'd think i'm able to resist...
She'll purr for a bone
Oh, that's a good stretch...
Mature ones are well seasoned
Daddy, i hope i made you proud...
She's a nutcracker herself...
Some fever dreams are fucking awesome
Trouble over trouble
You are right sweety, you do feel hot
Slutty acts of service
Go behind the border
Every stroke fills her up
The nerdy look makes them more fuckable