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