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