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