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