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