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