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