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