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