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