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