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