A poem with high socks
Pleasure to meat you, girls
Why don't you fuck me then?
Being salty with daddy?
Mask can't hide the satisfaction
Trusting and discreet wet exploring
All is calm before a fuck storm
Let's play like your dad and my mom
Don't pamper my wife, just fuck her
Your plumbing is top notch, ma'am
To fuck is a verb
Easiest a ever for you, slut
How about one more?