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