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