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