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