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