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