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