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