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