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