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