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