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