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