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