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