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