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