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