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