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