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