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