Two Logs And Three Takers
Two Logs And Three Takers
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven