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