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