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