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