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