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