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