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