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