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