A poem with high socks
Looks like your aunt still got it
Shaped for wet dreams
I think i need your cock, bro
Take it slow boy, she's premium treat
A hot welcome
Your lips deserve the splashy prize
Closer than family
The greater pleasure brings a smile
Don't mind if i partake
From her lack of egoism
Daddy, we were thinking...
That's it, make it nasty
Admit that you are a slut
Another prank, sis?