Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
The toes are the tip
Wilderness is fucking in tents
Rounded to perfection
If it's buff stick it in
I'm housework and you'll do me
Do i catch your eye?
You're brand new, let's rip your seal
In private i'll dance on your pole
You had to look for wood, didn't you?
Let's hang, fuck and whatnot
Give me a better quote
Prepare me for college, daddy
Fill me, nurses are made for creampies
Body warmth is cure for cold