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