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