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