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