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