Leave Nothing To The Imagination
Leave Nothing To The Imagination
I need a taste to be convinced
Look at that, how nice it slides
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy