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