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