Third Space Part 2, Kendra Sunderland
Third Space Part 2, Kendra Sunderland
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Claim your big prize
Have you met perfection?