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