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