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