Whore At My Door 6
Whore At My Door 6
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I need a taste to be convinced
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Look at that, how nice it slides