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