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