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