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