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