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