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