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