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