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