Wrong Room 03: Ember Snow, Kenna James
Wrong Room 03: Ember Snow, Kenna James
Claim your big prize
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality