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