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