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