Skip Trace 2
Skip Trace 2
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
Don't you just love mornings?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Look at that, how nice it slides
Soft all over
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds