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