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