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