RealAssanova
Ethnic Vagitarian
In the spirit of Halloween, i bring to ya'll my poem about titties.
Your breasts are like mountains, your skin is the sun
I wish to drink from your fountains, they must weigh a ton
Oh, to be an infant and suckle those breasts to put it lightly, you have been blessed
I want to kiss you and caress your chest
cuz it won't be long before my cock's in your nest.
Your breasts are like mountains, your skin is the sun
I wish to drink from your fountains, they must weigh a ton
Oh, to be an infant and suckle those breasts to put it lightly, you have been blessed
I want to kiss you and caress your chest
cuz it won't be long before my cock's in your nest.