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