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