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