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