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