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