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