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