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