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