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