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