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