First Class 8
First Class 8
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You came in red, you'll leave all red
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I need a taste to be convinced
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster