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