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