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