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