A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Damn, you are the best nanny
Trust me, you will love this ride
Right in the middle of the chores
You are my dessert, young boy
Fisting and fucking two in one
You wanna rub it in?
It's gonna be a great day
I worked it, you stretch it
Slightly compelled but desiring
Let them compete!
Today, you're the lucky man
How are we doing, honey?
Not sure my father would approve