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