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