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