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