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