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