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