Trios Libertins
Trios Libertins
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I need a taste to be convinced
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red