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