A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Work with the senses
Anal swan lake
Gathered to spread her
Her little pink surprise
So good having help this year
I'm not looking for attention...
Oh mrs. claus, you're so cheering
Stick a fuck in me, i'm done!
I like you silenced, not quiet
Let work aside for a moment, love
Just let it go
Left alone to play with the house toys