A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
You're in charge of my pleasure from now
Marry the one who keeps your cock hard
Good to gap but in which hole?
Why don't you come over?
Skinny beats thick
New, not naive
I feel your eyes on my ass
From straight to curly in a load of cock
Her boyfriend's use is to be useless
Could i have you for a moment?
Anything for the benefits
A battle to steal the show
Reach the goal!