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