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