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