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