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