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