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