To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Don't you just love mornings?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality