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