To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Have you met perfection?
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Claim your big prize
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over