LezBeBad If At Fist You Don't Succeed
LezBeBad If At Fist You Don't Succeed
I need a taste to be convinced
Look at that, how nice it slides
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
No fear of the monster