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