Slip It In 38
Slip It In 38
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I have my methods, daddy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?