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