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