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