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