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