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