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