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