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