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