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