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