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