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