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