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