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