A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
This is how we bake ass here
Where's the smirk now?
She's not made for dialogue
I have to get on top of you
What other colors you have on?
Bark like a horny bitch, stepsis
Perfect cookie for breakfast
The faithful line is way beyond
You have somewhere you have to be?
Three way fun with an accent
You gotta do what daddy says, ok?
Leverage on both ends
Perfection in a pair
Yes sir, give me that dick again
Everything will be squared away
I'm gonna be your flapper girl
Let me use you for something naughty
Don't be scared, use me harder
She has the luck, she needs the talent
Lead the way