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