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