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