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