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