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