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