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