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