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