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