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