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