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