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