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