Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
You look a little bit stressed, darling
What kind of man are we welcoming?
Casual strings attached
Wild ass like in the wild west
I like the decor and the colors...
What we like is pretty simple
Gag if you like it
Burn me with pleasure
You feel the stress running down?
Put that muscle to work
Feeding time, red!
Natural glow for a slut
You think you'll have enough?