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