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