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