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