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