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