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