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