The Prize: A Codi Vore Story
The Prize: A Codi Vore Story
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality