A poem with high socks
A poem with high socks
Feeling needed is nice
Let's see the lower lips smiling
Girls, do i touch it?
Have a taste of my walk
Oh, you are so thorough
Warmed up and good to enter
That's some clue you got there!
Take me dirty
Brush my hair and fuck me everywhere
Your peach needs an inside blasting
Juiced up and creamed in
Lazy but not totally
Cute like a summer breeze
Reaching the mind numbing spot
You look like you take it with cream