Roses are red and she is wet
Roses are red and she is wet
Am i suppose to not like this?
No hand could fill me like this
We want so much more than kisses
Bring the pain to build the pleasure
The morning smell is between thighs
I'll throw a sinful light on you
That wet mouth looks yummy
Perfect as always
I bet you can serve me the special
I want to read you up close
How do business men get down on weekends?
I will make it fair to you!