Sweet Young Things 5
Sweet Young Things 5
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides
A match made in throat fuck heaven