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