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