For this, i can stop working
For this, i can stop working
Have you met perfection?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
Look at that, how nice it slides
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Don't you just love mornings?
I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds