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