She screamed and yelled,
“More, more”
I pushed three fingers into her pussy, and with her prompts soon had all four fingers in her pussy
. “Do you like looking at naked girls” she asked.
. an original limerick by wilburjorgeafraidya
there was once a broke lady writer from pawtucket
her chair was repo'd so she had to sit on a bucket
she licked the pen's tip but did not suck it
she wrote a book about racoon cap wearing davy crockett
the fancy critics all said we must knock it
but then the book sales took off like a rocket
and then every bookstore manager said we must stock it
the lady writer took the profits and bought a gold locket
the end
dedicated to anyonewho writes or reads anything here and because i
need to add more characters to reach the magic number of five hundred letters
the screen say for me to publish above limerick.
She screamed and yelled,
“More, more”
I pushed three fingers into her pussy, and with her prompts soon had all four fingers in her pussy
. “Do you like looking at naked girls” she asked.
. an original limerick by wilburjorgeafraidya
there was once a broke lady writer from pawtucket
her chair was repo'd so she had to sit on a bucket
she licked the pen's tip but did not suck it
she wrote a book about racoon cap wearing davy crockett
the fancy critics all said we must knock it
but then the book sales took off like a rocket
and then every bookstore manager said we must stock it
the lady writer took the profits and bought a gold locket
the end
dedicated to anyonewho writes or reads anything here and because i
need to add more characters to reach the magic number of five hundred letters
the screen say for me to publish above limerick.
She screamed and yelled,
“More, more”
I pushed three fingers into her pussy, and with her prompts soon had all four fingers in her pussy
. “Do you like looking at naked girls” she asked.
. an original limerick by wilburjorgeafraidya
there was once a broke lady writer from pawtucket
her chair was repo'd so she had to sit on a bucket
she licked the pen's tip but did not suck it
she wrote a book about racoon cap wearing davy crockett
the fancy critics all said we must knock it
but then the book sales took off like a rocket
and then every bookstore manager said we must stock it
the lady writer took the profits and bought a gold locket
the end
dedicated to anyonewho writes or reads anything here and because i
need to add more characters to reach the magic number of five hundred letters
the screen say for me to publish above limerick.