A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Girls, do i touch it?
Let's see the lower lips smiling
Fucking is housework too
Juiced up and creamed in
Lazy but not totally
There's a happy face
She knows her drill
Your peach needs an inside blasting
Warmed up and good to enter
Keep my whole body busy
Slips in like it's natural
You said you can take it
Brush my hair and fuck me everywhere
You are begging for anal, don't you?
Feeling needed is nice