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