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