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