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