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