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