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