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