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