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