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