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