Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
Fuck me penche
Is this present for me or you, son?
She likes a good seat
Looks kinda nice, son
Follow me in
Win the game to play with me
This arrangement is not technically cheating
An excellent presentation, boy
Fabricating divorce evidence
Temperature down and flow up
One milky way with the nature
I might as well teach you to handle eggs
Her ass is tastier well stuffed
My crusted ugly masterpiece
Did you dream anything?
Quite the pickle...