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