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