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