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