First Class 8
First Class 8
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You came in red, you'll leave all red
You are an amazing specimen, miss
No fear of the monster
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Have you met perfection?
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides