A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Juiced up and creamed in
Brush my hair and fuck me everywhere
Keep my whole body busy
Warmed up and good to enter
Feeling needed is nice
Let's see the lower lips smiling
Oh, you are so thorough
Girls, do i touch it?
Reaching the mind numbing spot
You look like you take it with cream
Lazy but not totally
Take me dirty
Cute like a summer breeze
You are begging for anal, don't you?
Your peach needs an inside blasting