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