Donna Vargas 3: Dreams of Samba
Donna Vargas 3: Dreams of Samba
I need a taste to be convinced
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
No fear of the monster
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over