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