It starts with one hand
It starts with one hand
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over
You are an amazing specimen, miss
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I need a taste to be convinced
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Have you met perfection?
A match made in throat fuck heaven