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