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