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