Thr3e 5
Thr3e 5
Have you met perfection?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Look at that, how nice it slides
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy