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