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