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