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