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