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