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