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