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