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