When i ask, he whips it out
When i ask, he whips it out
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?
Look at that, how nice it slides
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
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
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss