Codi Vore, Summer Hart: Timestop Remote Control
Codi Vore, Summer Hart: Timestop Remote Control
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
I have my methods, daddy
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss