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