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