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