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