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