MORTELLE AND LITH TOILET TRAINING
MORTELLE AND LITH TOILET TRAINING
Don't you just love mornings?
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You came in red, you'll leave all red
No fear of the monster
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I need a taste to be convinced
Soft all over
Have you met perfection?