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