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