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