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