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