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