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