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