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