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