Starving to make a wet mess
Starving to make a wet mess
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced