Rubber Can't Compete With This Meat
Rubber Can't Compete With This Meat
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced