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