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