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