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