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