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