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