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