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