The bottom is sweeter than the top
The bottom is sweeter than the top
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize