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