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