Il Marito Libidinoso
Il Marito Libidinoso
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I need a taste to be convinced
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality