A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
The taste of hard work
Grounding is not enough
I bet you can fuck me to heaven
Waiter, i would like a cock
Welcome to your life, little girl
What kind of present is this?
Rubbing in the dark
When you put it this way...
Knock the eggs in my basket
Synchronized beauty
Do you want my attention?
Make yourself uncomfortable
I'm ready to eat
Happy birthday, now blow me!
We end the day in lust
We're not waiting any longer, daddy
It's a nice cardio-burner
Earn your trust, honey
Balanced pain and pleasure
Looks like a naughty party