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