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