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