Sex at Eight 1, Subil Arch
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
Claim your big prize
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Look at that, how nice it slides
Have you met perfection?