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