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