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