Machines don't need a breather
Machines don't need a breather
In private i'll dance on your pole
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
The toes are the tip
Body warmth is cure for cold
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
Prepare me for college, daddy
I'm housework and you'll do me
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Rounded to perfection
Do i catch your eye?
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
Give me a better quote
If it's buff stick it in