Absolute pure poetry
Absolute pure poetry
I'll come crawling for a fuck
After work, more dessert
It is a very tight fit
A fireball from the land down under
It's a match on all fronts
Anal is safe until marriage
Measure it with your throat, 4k
Long planned situation
Cough twice for anal
Keep me company, stranger
Wanna drill me, papi?
Yes sir, i can take it all