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