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