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