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