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