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