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