The frank & beans quandary
The frank & beans quandary
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red