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