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