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