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