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