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