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