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