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