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