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