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