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