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