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