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