Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
My tongue won't miss a spot
What am i to do with you, slave?
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
What you don't see is what you get
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
Loud morning call
Stretch it for days
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
I was thinking to take it raw...
Who's the real winner here?
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
Try someone more experienced
You are a treat for my husband