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