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