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