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