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