poem Poetry Corner 4 By Cara Thereon on Tuesday, June 16, 2015 Parted thighs The perfect cradle For a bobbing head Quick thrusting fingers And a wet teasing tongue Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPocketLike this:Like Loading... a cunning linguis oral sex 4 Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Yes to that! Sounds like my morning :-X
Hahahaha. Go on girl, get you some!
Perfect cradle, indeed. Cradle of motherfucking life 🙂