A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Sorry old friend, i couldn't resist
I'll fucking take the hole i want
Despair turned hot
You're always the reason i fall
You look italian...
Yes, you should!
Every hole wants action
Don't hope that i'm done
Feels like a five star review
For the environment, sis
Take me daddy, help me out
Fuck around and find out
Moans and giggles
You know the drill, convict
No task is too small even when small
The right party
I like it that you learn quickly