Never say you don't get presents, son
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
I will make it fair to you!
The morning smell is between thighs
That wet mouth looks yummy
We want so much more than kisses
How do business men get down on weekends?
No hand could fill me like this
I'll throw a sinful light on you
Am i suppose to not like this?
I bet you can serve me the special
Perfect as always
I want to read you up close