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