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