Clemence Audiard 1
Clemence Audiard 1
Don't you just love mornings?
Look at that, how nice it slides
You came in red, you'll leave all red
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
Claim your big prize
Have you met perfection?
I need a taste to be convinced
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven