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