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