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