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