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