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