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