Nothing fits but his dick
Nothing fits but his dick
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Don't you just love mornings?
I have my methods, daddy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
Have you met perfection?