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