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