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