A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
I like the decor and the colors...
Burn me with pleasure
Put that muscle to work
You feel the stress running down?
Natural glow for a slut
Casual strings attached
You think you'll have enough?
What we like is pretty simple
What kind of man are we welcoming?
Feeding time, red!
Gag if you like it
Wild ass like in the wild west
You look a little bit stressed, darling