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